Liz kills the Tetris game she’s been playing when she sees Detective Lewis leading Boris toward her. She stuffs the phone in her pocket.
Boris asks, “Where is she?”
Liz nods back at the office and says, “She’s asleep. I just want to get her back to the hospital.”
“Can I have a minute with her?” Liz nods, and Boris heads into the office while Liz calls a cab.
Boris goes in and just stares at his sleeping friend a moment. A great lump is forming in his throat. He brushes at his eyes, but gets himself together. Crossing to where Natasha slumps awkwardly in the chair, he squats beside her.
From the doorway Lewis watches as the intensity of his gaze makes Natasha open her eyes. When Natasha sees Boris her relief is visible as she relaxes and gives him a wan smile.
“Oh Bo, you’re OK.”
“Of course I’m okay, but you’re not, idiot. What the hell are you doing out of the hospital? You look like shit. Your skin is gray.”
“I couldn’t stand by and let ’em give you the third degree.”
“It’s okay, they didn’t even use rubber hoses. I’m fine.”
“But you were in trouble.”
“The best thing you can do for me is for you to get better. Liz is calling a cab and we’re gonna take you back and you are going to stay in the hospital until the doctors say you can go home if I have to get them to tie you to the bed, you hear?”
Natasha smiles wanly at Boris. “If you visit me every day.”
Lewis thinks it’s a touching scene. There is certainly a connection there. Trouble is, she’s seen it too many times; they always hurt the ones they love.
